Calling All Boys (Queen)

The Perfect Example.

Roger's P.O.V.

In true Queen spirit, Brian had a free bar at his wedding so the drinks were already flowing nicely, some of his guests were already tipsy and trying to own the dance floor before the new couple could even start their first dance together.

I stayed by Johns side until Brian and his wife were halfway through their first dance, feeling a little sick when the song of choice started to play.

"What...the...fuck...?" John mouthed slowly, turning towards me with eyes the size of saucers.

Brian had never told us what song they had chosen, so when one of our songs started to play...my skin crawled a little.

"I wrote this...and I didn't write it for their fucking wedding." John growled under his breath as You're My Best Friend filled the room and the newlyweds swayed together in the middle of the dance floor whilst everyone watched them with gooey eyes...apart from myself and John, who looked on with faces of slight disgust...especially since it was Freddie's voice that was currently serenading them.

"This is fucking weird." John said as we had started to walk towards the bar to get a drink, "If he hears this, he'll go mental." He hissed, talking about Freddie.

I nodded, anxious that Freddie was going to walk in to see Brian and his wife dancing to a song that John wrote, we all played on and that he was singing.

Why had Brian done that? Or was it his wife's choice? Either way, it was awkward to have his first dance whilst the voice of his ex boyfriend was filling the room.

It was very cheesy and cliche to choose such a song, it was almost as if they felt the need to try and emphasise that they adored each other, as if people weren't so sure...because a handful of people, not just me, John and Fred, but also our manager, Jim, and a few other of our close associates were sceptical about their relationship. It was almost as if they were trying to scream, look at us, we do love each other, promise.

I just didn't believe it at all. They didn't even know each other six months ago.

This was all just so fucked up.

"I'm definitely going to go out and see if he's okay now, at least to stop him from coming in here whilst this shit is playing." I cringed, I'd ordered Freddie a drink as well and would take that out to him.

"Oh don't make me stay here on my own and watch this shit show..." John groaned comically.

"One of us has to stay..." I chuckled a little, walking off before he could argue.

I went out back where there was a little garden, some guests that either didn't know their first dance was taking place or just weren't bothered about watching it were also out here, being a little rowdy, probably drunk already.

I scanned the place until my eyes fell upon a figure sat on a bench, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

I felt my heart plummet, he was in so much pain, I just wanted to make things better, get my happy Freddie back...I couldn't remember the last time I heard him laugh.

I walked over to him and stood in front of him for a few seconds, but he didn't move.

"Brought you some medicine..." I said, rather loudly, making sure he could hear me.

His head jerked out of his hands as if I'd startled him and his eyes were wide, but he soon relaxed when he saw that it was just me and he leaned his back against the bench and exhaled slowly.

I took a seat beside him and handed him the double vodka that I had ordered for him.

"Drink it slowly." I warned him, knowing he was far too partial to a drink nowadays and knocks full glasses of vodka back as if it was just water.